A STAR COMES SINGING
IX.
A Young God
I saw a young god, in a crowded corner of the heaven,
Carrying under his arm a graceful world,
As one might carry a cherished family pet
To the merciful chloroforming.
Carrying under his arm a graceful world,
As one might carry a cherished family pet
To the merciful chloroforming.
He was a handsome god, kindly and efficient,
And his soul ached at what he was about to do.
For he had poured his spirit into his world—
Love, and a craving for liberty,
And throat-tightening beauty, and many good gifts
Along with many that were evil.
And his soul ached at what he was about to do.
For he had poured his spirit into his world—
Love, and a craving for liberty,
And throat-tightening beauty, and many good gifts
Along with many that were evil.
But the time had come.
His world strayed bloodily too far;
It demanded too much of his spirit:
There was a bleak economy in heaven.
Lovingly and tenderly, he gave it all,
Babylon and Bethlehem, Ætna and polar sea,
Nero and Joan of Arc, Helen, Judas, and Jesus,
To merciful death.
His world strayed bloodily too far;
It demanded too much of his spirit:
There was a bleak economy in heaven.
Lovingly and tenderly, he gave it all,
Babylon and Bethlehem, Ætna and polar sea,
Nero and Joan of Arc, Helen, Judas, and Jesus,
To merciful death.
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